Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that ate your birthday cake.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A fat blunt
A Slotted Spoon perfect for making Baked Beans
A trunk made of Sapient Pearwood
A sagging IKEA bookshelf
A Train Ticket between Lisbon to Portland
A copy of Bridge Over the River Why a self-help book by Colonel Alec Nicholson
A set of earplugs (with earwax)
A copy of the Voynich Manuscript
An important looking letter marked "return to sender"
A toy from the nursery inside a U.F.O.

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